Yin Zhuxin raised her head and finally saw his face clearly under the bright light. She saw the man stood up with a little effort. The straight legs of his suit pants were straightened immediately. He stretched out his hand and handed it to her. Yin Zhuxin stood in a daze, as if she had forgotten about it for a moment, just staring straight at the hand in front of her, which was slender and white, with clear joints. The owner of the hand didn't seem to have any intention of urging, and waited quietly.
After a long time, Yin Zhuxin slowly reached out and covered his hand as if he had come to his senses. He clasped his fingers together and with a slight exertion, he actually pulled his hand to his lips, lowered his head slightly and kissed her softly. His voice was low and magnetic, "Nice to meet you. I am Feng Zhongliang." With simple words and clear eyes, Yin Zhuxin finally smiled back, showing a sweet smile, "I am Zhu Xin, Yin Zhuxin."